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California 
Tear Book 

By Lucia-Eua Smith and 
Bradetta L. Smith 

** The year goes fast. Life 
overflows With brightest, sunniest 
weather.'''* 




Paul Folder and Company 
Publishers^ San Francisco 



Copyright f igi2 
By Lucia-Etta Smith 



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Everywhere are sunlit 
glints 

On the new-born green 
And above ^ the bluest sky 
Through the redwoods seen. 
This is ^January in California- 
land^ 
Where the Spring and Winter 
Frolic hand in hand. 

L. E. s. 



^1 Fire-Jlowers of flame 
^^L^ unfold 

And sweep our western way; 
They burn the island slopes 

with gold 
About the circling Bay^ 
And to the world a message 

hold 
So man to man may say: 
That fire and fiame leave hut 

the goldy 
Unquenched, to glow alway. 



B. L. S. 



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^A tawny road whose 
^^ windings lay 
Where pussy-willows puff and 

play. 
And hidden paths reluBant 

meet, 
ExpeBant of a wanderer s 

feet, 
O tawny road whose windings 

stray 
Tou lure me on this sunny 
day. 



L, E. s. 



#JL ^ Tie wild white kites 

of the woods 
Are keeping Raster-tide 
By lifting up their fragile 

heads^ 
Where coolest shadows hide, 
A trinity of snow above 
A trinity of green ^ 
As lightly poised as butterflies^ 
But reverent in mien, 

L. E. S. 



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The poppies group in 
^^ sunny clouds 
With lupins Against the sky^ 
The gnarled oaks reach their 

beckoning arms 
From grassy hill slopes high; 
The shifting sand beneath my 

feet 
With gold winds all the way; 
The pealing of the mission bells 
Calls outy and bids me stay, 
O bluebird ever on the wing^ 
O sun against the sky^ 
The road is old, yet new to me: 
A vagabond am I! 



B. L. S. 



3'une 
I Again I tread with 
joy 
Those mossy ways^ 
Where wild forget-me-nots 
Fair faces raise y 
And yerba buena creeps 
From shade to greets 
With fragrance y every 
pressure of my feet. 



L. E. s. 




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O breathe with me the 
life of the Bay! 
There many a great ship 

swings. 
Where orange sails dip adream 

in the sun 
By the Gate's wide western 

wingSy 
And over above the throb and 

thrum 
The heart of the city sings, 

B. L. s. 



fJ^^^TAere's a madness and 
a gladness 

And a throbbing in the air, 

O the lazy drifting sunshine 

Thafs a-golding everywhere ! 

'Mid the wild oats^ tipsy sway- 
ing. 

Through the poppies* wildering 
glow. 

With a throbbing and a dream- 
ing, 

Lo, I let my spirit go; 

For I hear you, world, a-mur- 
muring. 

And your calling interweaves 

Through the hazy drifting 
sunshine 

On the sun-burnt bracken 
sheaves, 

B. L.S. 



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^^^m T^I^^ blue^ blue bay of 
^ Monterey y 

With the dusky hills beyond^ 
The old adobes red and gray 
And the rickety quays along; 
The fishermen toiling with 

their nets 
Sing, as the deep tides run. 
To the glorious glow of a 

fading day^ 
* Neath a Californian sun. 



B, L. s. 



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y^^^ Fields of stubble, yellow 

and dry. 
Fallen cornstalks scattered lie. 
Blackbirds jly with twinkling 

wings, 
Songless but for rustlings; 
Fields with furrows of rich 

brown stain, 
A?td a plaintive rill 
On a rocky hill. 
Calling, complaining for rain. 



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I ^ W Shore line and gltmmer- 
^^ ing bay. 
White gulls across the gray^ 
Blue sky and whispering breeze. 
White gulls and sun-gold seas^ 
Drift my song along your way^ 
My heart with you and God, 
to-day. 



B. L. s. 



,ecem6er 



A redwood fragment y 
dry and brown, outcast. 
Its graceful power to captivate 

is past; 
No Spanis h flaunting now of 

tasselled fingers y 
Tet as I crush it spicy odor 

lingers. 
That beckons me along sequoian 

aisles 
To secret altars in the green 

defiles. 
Bringing me thoughts of heaven- 
pointing spires. 
Breathing to me of Christmas- 

tide desires, 

L. E. s. 



Here ends A California Tear Book, 
being poems by Lucia- Etta Smith 
and Bradetta L, Smith • Printed on 
Van Gelder hand-made paper by 
Paul Elder and Company at their 
Tomoye Press under the direction 
of "John Swart, in the city of San 
Francisco y during the month of De- 
cember, Nineteen hundred ^ twelve 



DEC 17 1912 



LIBRftRY OF CONGRESS 




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